September 22-28: Mary L. Westcott and Chloe Smith

Mary L. Westcott and Chloe Smith

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Mary L. Westcott
mwaquarian@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

Mary L. Westcott began writing poetry 20 years ago and has been published in a number of literary journals. She is working on a memoir in poetry. She holds a doctorate in social psychology from the University of Maryland, and an MA in Writing from Johns Hopkins University. She is retired from the National Institutes of Health and lives in The Villages, Florida with her two cats, DiDi and Rocky Rio.

The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Grant Mason and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

First Memories

I remember Howdy Doody on the small
TV in the dark 1950’s living room in Wheaton,
Maryland, and the single bed in the little
bedroom, being frightened of something
under the bed, or maybe on it, and Santa
Claus sightings by my brother who insisted
he saw him in the night sky Christmas Eve
when I was six, and the song from summer
camp found a peanut, found a peanut, found
a peanut just now,
how sad the song seemed
to me even then, and walking to church
and summer camp on Viers Mill Road, finding
treasures by the roadside for my secret box—
a marble, a trinket, a piece of jewelry.
I recall chocolate milk and not ever sleeping
at naptime in kindergarten. I loved
Tarzan and Pinky Lee, not multiplication
tables. I recall the attention
my toddler sister got when she broke
her glasses, and cutting my hand
in the dining room, a scar remains.
I don’t remember my parents much—
if I didn’t have pictures, I wouldn’t
know that they existed at all.

 


Chloe Smith
beautyofliving11@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

Chloe Smith is an an artist, musician and writer from San Luis Obispo, CA. She has been writing poetry for about 10 years or so but has not shared much of it with other people. It has been very healing for her to write and she looks forward to what will arise within her next. Perhaps she will write a short story or novel. Either way, she’d like to share more of herself in any creative way possible. She is not a schooled writer but is all for free form and is on the path to learning.

The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Chloe Smith and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Poem #2

I’m eating my feelings or
maybe I’m eating the ceiling?
Catastrophic mind on the brink of table scraps
taking all I can en route to find the maps
that guide me perpetually along the path I’m stealing
from the guy I read just last.
I know it all
Here amongst the southern sprawl I long to take a bath.
I can recall a moment I saw these words scribbled in my death.
there, I said it
I took a second to let it out.
sounds of laughter from the hounds of disaster
I fed with the meat of doubt.
let me…
let me sink so I can reach the top
and growl because I couldn’t settle the stew in my stomach
and the fire came out my mouth
pow pow